They say that you'll hear him if you're really listening

And pray for that feeling of grace

But that's what I'm doing, why doesn't he answer?

I've prayed 'til I'm blue in the face



The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German

Distinctly at odds with the theme of the sermon

And during communion I study the people

Threading themselves through the eye of the needle

I know that it's wrong for the faithful to seek it

But sometimes I long for a sign, anything

Something to wake up the whole congregation

And finally make up my mind



The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German

Completely at odds with the theme of the sermon

And all through communion I stare at the people

Squeezing themselves through the eye of the needle